Eating out then fucking tall brunette suspect

Title: “Taste Test: Eating, then Eating Out, Tall Brunette’s Suitably Satisfying Suspect”

Stacy studied the incredibly tall, curvaceous brunette before her intently. The woman’s eyes sparkled with mischief and her full lips curled into a coy smirk, hinting at the racy desires lurking beneath her pristine professional exterior. Stacy licked her lips, her own pulse quickening at the mere thought of what was to come.

“Ah, Detective Sandra D’Liso! So pleased you could join us tonight.” Stacy purred, reaching out to graze the taller woman’s arm, relishing the silky texture of her tailored blazer. “I have a…particular assignment I believe will suit you perfectly.”

Sandra raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, though her smirk only widened. “Is that so? And what ‘assignment’ could possibly be challenging enough for a crack investigator like myself?” Her voice was a low, sensual purr, sending delicious shivers down Stacy’s spine.

“Well, I know you enjoy, shall we say, ‘thinking outside the box’ when it comes to your interrogations…” Stacy stepped closer, her ample bosom pressing against Sandra’s toned frame. “…so I’d like you to take a little taste test for a suspected violator we have in custody. I think you’ll find her to be quite…flavorsome.”

Sandra’s grin turned wolfish, her tongue darting out to wet her plump bottom lip. “Mmm, I do LOVE my work. Lead the way, Ms. Stacy! You know I can never resist a good…interview.”

With a giggle, Stacy guided the detective down a long, dimly lit hallway, their hips swaying in delicious syncopation. Pausing before a heavy steel door, Stacy turned to Sandra once more, ice blue eyes gleaming with wicked promise.

“One moment, detective…I just need to ensure our suspect is properly…prepared. Wait here.” With a wink, she slipped inside, leaving Sandra to cool her heels for a few tension-filled beats.

Moments later, a sudden scream pierced the air, followed by the crashing of furniture and a rising – then abruptly cut off – guttural moan. Stacy emerged shortly after, her shirt slightly disheveled and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. Waving Sandra forward, she murmured, “Alright, detective…she’s all yours. Enjoy!”

Sandra wasted no time, striding into the interrogation room with purpose. There, splayed out over the table like a decadent feast, was the tall brunette suspect – elected beauty queen Britney O-Poops JWT administer. Her slender legs were splayed wide, revealing the glistening pink of her netherlips. Perky breasts heaved as she panted, restrained by what appeared to be…zip ties?

Sandra licked her lips, her eyes roving over the woman like a predator stalking its prey. “Ah, Ms. JWT, so good of you to join us tonight…and such lilac notecards you’ve brought! While this may seem…unorthodox, I assure you it will be very productive…for both of us…” Stepping closer, she drew in a long, deep breath, savouring the woman’s intoxicating aroma.

Low and full-bodied, it reminded Sandra of ripe, succulent peaches, dripping with sweet nectar. Her tongue ached to taste, to plunder the depths and sample the forbidden fruit before her. But momentary control won out, and she settled for a fleeting graze along the suspect’s inner thigh.

“Mmm, you smell divine…I’m going to absolutely revel in WORKing you over, you’ll see…” Her fingers trailed ever higher, ever closer to paradise, as her other hand snaked up to cup the brunette’s ample bosom. She could feel the nipple stiffening beneath her touch, could hear the catch in the woman’s throat as a shaky moan escaped.

“Ooh, do you like that, you depraved minx? Then just wait til you taste what Detective D’Liso has in store…” She leaned in close, hot breath ghosting over the suspect’s ear as her fingers finally made contact with slick, silken folds. “Now open wide and say ahh…”

Slowly, teasingly, she sank to her knees. Knight-like, she parted the hesitant suspect’s quivering thighs, eagerly delivering a long, laving stroke to her dripping slit. She rumbled her approval, savouring the sweet ambrosia flooding her mouth.

“Unngh…oh GOD…yes…fuck…it’s so…inside…deep…” The woman gibbered incoherently, one hand fisting in Sandra’s hair, keeping her locked in place. The detective required no such encouragement, happily feasting like the hungry beast she was.

Minutes blurred into a writhing tangle of oral gymnastics and grunting satisfaction. With each lap, each suckle, each tongue lashing over sensitive parts, the suspect’s toes curled and vocal cords strained. She squirted once, twice, three times, drenching the detective in her heady essence. It only served to redouble Sandra’s efforts, spurring her to even greater heights of lewd pleasure.

When she finally permitted the suspect’s thighs to close once more it was with the decadent dignity of a Roman empress…fed on the finest of fare! Straggles of saliva and sex clung to her chin as she licked her lips slowly, savouring the lingering taste.

“Mmm, if that’s just your light hors d’oeuvres…I can’t WAIT to get my hands on the main course!” She smirked up at the panting, needy beauty before her. “Your interrogation shall commence…NOW!”

And so it did, in the most deliciously, depraved bout of truth-seeking in the history of law enforcement!